By laimagenhabla on Skatehive
ENGLISH I think that between the beach and the river, I prefer the latter. Mostly because I don't like the feeling you get after a bath in salt water. At least this doesn't happen in the river. It had been a while since I last stepped on the big, slippery rocks to find the pools of La Cumaca in San Diego, Venezuela. I literally posted on my WhatsApp that I wanted to go, and invited anyone who wanted to join. A colleague responded, but I thought he wasn't serious. That's why I said that whether he went or not, I would go anyway, even though it's not very advisable to go on a solo excursion. However, at six in the morning he wrote to me saying that he was on his way to the passenger terminal, where you take the bus to go to La Cumaca. We met there and waited about 15 minutes for the bus to arrive. We got off at the last stop, a 30-minute ride. I asked the driver where we had to go to find the path to the pool, and he pointed out the way with his mouth, which was right in front of us. As